How I started my affair with the church lady [M/F]

Before this happened, I'd already had one long-term affair and several dalliances a few years before. However, I'd been "good" for a least two years at the time this happen. Also, all of the other women had lived out of town, and we had no other connection other than fucking each other.

Well, Jean (not her name) and I attended the same church. She was friends with my wife and I was friends with her husband. She never struck me as a sexual and/or adventurous person up until that point. However, we became FB friends too and Jean posted a bunch of old pictures from high school going forward.

As I looked at the photos, two things struck me: 1. she had a really nice body (several bathing suit, and short shorts with tank-top photos); 2. she seemed to enjoy enjoying herself (often without her couch potato husband).

So, I was working late at the office one Friday night. I'd already jacked off once that evening when I noticed that Jean was online; I started a conversation with her. We were just chatting about non-sexual stuff and then I said that I'd been looking at her old photos and that she was a looker back in the day, not that she wasn't one now. She thanked me and said that she had always thought I was attractive too.

One of my hottest sessions [M/F]

I [52] had been having an on and off affair with a married friend [50] of mine. We were in an off period when we ended up sitting beside each other at an evening seminar. She was wearing some type of sweater dress that really accented her tits. The hem of the dress was above the knee, and she was wearing pantie hoses with some kind of pattern on them. And heels, of course. I spent the whole two hour seminar trying to look at her, without looking like I was looking at her. And, trying to keep my boner down.

As we rode home with other people, we swapped text messages, and then once we were in our own cars, we started talking by cell phone. I told her how hot she looked, how I strained my eyes and my zipper during the seminar, and how I couldn't really remember anything the speakers said because all I could think about was wanting to fuck her.

Husband found me the most kinky lover ever

Husband perused craigslist one night and forwarded me an ad from a crossdresser looking for kinky women.

Hubs knows of my endless quest to fuck a man with a strapon. He won't indulge me, so he is happy to find my others who will.

Right away from the first email from Marie and pic, I was into her. Beautiful cherub face with perfect makeup, glasses and full sensual lips. Cute short black wig and fair skin just like mine. And one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen. She liked me too. Shes 31 and I am 44. But I can fuck whoever I choose. It's just easier for women. We are the almost the same size. Both 5 11, thin and feminine.

After 2 days of torrid emails, pics and vid exchange, we finally meet at a motel room I got. Her girlfriend dropped her off and my hubs dropped me off. Really. This did happen.

We fucked like animals for 9 and a half hours. Anal, oral, incest play, throat fucking, shower fucking and Marie changed wigs and outfits twice, and even let me see her as her real self, a beautiful blonde angel faced boy. We can barely part ways when we are through, but somehow I tear myself away from her and go home.

A Per(f)ect (M)unching, A Well-Placed Pillow, and A Chair

With the SO some time between 1 and 2 this morning. He strips me down and sets me on the bed. Grabbing a pillow, he slides it under my back, and pulls me to the very edge of his bed. He sits in his chair, putting my legs up over his shoulder. His tongue has touched me over 2 years now; I still hold my breath before that first touch. Right on my clit. He holds me in place while he flicks and traces circles around it. My breath is already heavy, my moans fluctuating between low growls and high-pitched whines. He loves the taste of me so much he moans. I'm grabbing my tits, the back of his head, his hands, his back… At times I have to pull my legs apart to keep them from clamping shut around him. When his touch and pressure changes, a different part of me shakes. My hips jerk on their own; my back arches as I cover my mouth (pretending to be modest). His tongue tickles in the best kind of way. He looks at me- I can't stand it. We take turns pinching my nipples and squeezing my tits. I'm on fire; babbling his name- whispering (when I have the willpower to control my voice) how he "eats me so good." I beg him not to stop. I swear he's so good he makes me wish I could eat my own pussy to see if it really tastes as good as he says.

Finally seduced a delivery guy (m/m)

I have been trying to seduce a delivery guy or service guy for years and today it finally happened.

A Time Warner guy came to my apartment to fix my internet. I was expecting a middle-aged average dude but I was pleasantly surprised to see a young blond haired trim guy walk up. I immediately changed into running shorts, freeballin of course, and no shirt.

I let him in, he does his business, and finishes (internet works now woohoo!)

As he is packing up, I ask him if there was anything I could do for him. He says to give him 10's on his work survey for his office. As he is walking out my door, I say that "I'll even give you 11's". He turns around and looks at me and then walks back in my apartment.

I was so fucking nervous and excited at this point! We walk into my room and he immediately proceeds to start sucking my dick. He then turns around and opens his hole for me to fuck him.

My sexiest and craziest stories. All true. (F)

First up is my first lesbian experience.

So I decided to do a post on my first "Girl/girl" experience. Well not my first girl, girl experience but full on Sex I guess. I was a lot younger and skinnier when this happened! (before my training days) But it was one of my best memories and even though I love cock. I still love to play with a good pair of tits or dominate a small petite woman.

So before getting into the good stuff, let me just give you a short "how did we get here?"

A good friend of mine and I used to have what we called "Drunk Tuesdays." Basically it was our way of making a simple "weekend style drinking" acceptable for a Tuesday. Yep, we all have our excuses. Our goal on Drunk Tuesday was to get shitfaced drunk and whatever happens on Drunk Tuesday stays with Drunk Tuesday.

So here we go: It was just another Drunk Tuesday, and my friend (who I should mention has lesbian tendencies) and I were prime for it. We'd pregamed at home with a few Little King's and a bit of 80s music. I was only a few minutes from downtown and the art gallery was on in Columbus, so we walked our way into town.

Impromptu Sex [M]arathon with Old [F]WB

So last summer I went on an adventure and lived and work for a hotel in a national park. Beautiful play to work and play. Being a small town, most people came with a love one or hooked up with people they worked with. No different for me. I was working maintenance and Kelly was working as a server. She was a few years older than me. We been hooking up for a month or so now. She was blonde, short and a ass to die for. We had been fucking for a month or so.

So this day started as normal day. Got up went to work at 8am and the servers came in a opened the lunch restaurant around 1030-11. I would always go up for a lunch time coffee when they were opening. Kelly would always call me to fix something during the day so we could tease me if she wanted to meet up later. Today was one of those day. I went up and she wanted to know if I was free after work. I told her I was and that she should come over when she was done work. So 3pm comes around and I was getting off work and text me she be over in 30 minutes.

[M]y [f]irst time watching a couple [f]uck

I got a great response to my first story about watching a couple have sex, which was my latest experience, so I thought I would tell the story of the first time I watched a couple. It's probably not as exciting but it was still fun for me at the time.

This was my junior year of college (I am 27 now). I was at a house party with a friend. She knew more people than I did, but it was a good time. We stayed late, lots of people had left but we stuck around because we were having fun.

At some point I was getting a drink in the kitchen and when I walked out I noticed a couple of people standing like in a doorway down the hall. I was curious what was going on so I walked down the hall toward them and peered in the room.

I [M] fucked my co-worker at a work party [F]

Some background. I work for a golf course, which in turns owns a few other courses around the city and the area. Each year, around August, we have a company party where pretty much anyone who wants who has worked there can come, get wasted, make some bad decisions, and start the school year or new jobs later in the week.

This story happened last year. At the time, was a 23-year-old manager at one of the area golf courses. I did the finances, the paperwork, the beer stocking, that whole drill. And I've always attracted a younger crowd of women. I have no idea why. I'm 6'2, 160 pounds. Blonde hair, blue eyes, played soccer in high school and college, and have maintained that sort of figure.

To the story. By boss, the owner of all these courses and businesses, has a HUGE house. One of the wealthier types in town. There are more than 100 or so employees, from ages 17 (the noobs) to a few 35 year olds. I, hanging out with the people my age that I worked with in the summers, am approached by Hannah.

True Story of Real Life (not mine just sharing)

It probably won’t shock you to know that if you put me in a room with 99 good guys and one bad guy, my instinct is to make a beeline to the bad guy every time. And vice verse.

It’s ingrained in my nature.

With age came self-awareness. I fight it because—well–I’m just too old and tired. I had my last Hoo-rah almost three years ago. I like to believe I'm reformed.

I was just realizing this phenomena when I met Jay. I was in my early 30's and wanted off the crazy train. This would be just the first of many times I would attempt to make myself fit into the round hole of a “normal, healthy" vanilla relationship.

An ex-Coast Guard, Jay was blonde, blue-eyed, and held a good IT job. He did amateur boxing at the local ring downtown to deal with anger issues. He was sweet and a bit broken, being that he was raised by a clinically depressed mother. I saw this all as a good combination; he was just fucked up enough that we could share some common ground.